My best friend is getting married this weekend! Thank you, that is all for this week. Bye.
Joking. Although I can’t really concentrate properly owing to the sheer levels of excitement and hysteria.
I’d like to dish out a very large and love-filled thanks to everyone who responded to my post/Instagram rant surrounding last week’s post. You are all beyond lovely, and made me feel so supported. It’s been a bit of a shit show, to be honest. I took a week off everything in terms of going to the gym, tackling the hundreds of things I have to do, and made sure I slept as much as I could. And that did help a bit. But it’s now another week and the tower of ‘to do’ still looms.
But I know I am going to get through it. I need to re-prioritise and decide what is actually worth doing and what can wait. As it stands, I’m in a bit of a vicious circle where I panic myself so much about all of the things that I have to do, that I end up needing to take a breather and then not doing anything. At all. So that needs to change. That and my incessant need to fill my ‘to do’ list with unnecessary shit as soon as space becomes available. Do I really need to re-organise my canned goods and clean the oven door right this second? Unlikely.
So, one step at a time. We got this. Today I am going back to the gym for the first time in what feels like forever. I plan to tackle some book editing over the next few days. On Friday night I might even wash my bras. I will take each day as it comes, and complete what I feel is doable in the time I have available. It’s also worth noting, though, that I’ve made a resolution to stop busying up my social life so considerably. Two weekends out of any given month, I am going to try and relax. Gone are the days of 10 events in the space of four weekends. I hope, anyway. I need to spend less time at the bottom of a Prosecco bottle and more on my sofa, reading and writing and getting shit done. This could be the beginning of a whole new Nell…
Could be. I said could be. Don’t hold me to anything.
Alongside my mental turmoil, I have had a couple of weekends bursting with glorious friends and very happy memories. I spent some time back in the Scottish coastal town that I call home, which was just splendid. I am longing to move there, so hit me up if you’re in Edinburgh and recruiting for a funny, smart, pretty and talented young woman with a real love for haggis and a desperate need to succeed.
Finally, I’d like to take a moment (or a paragraph) and talk about my lovely boyfriend. This Thursday marks our four year anniversary, and I’d like to give him much more than a shout out. Some anal sex, to be as graphic as poss. But for your reading pleasure, know this. He is the most wonderful thing to have ever happened to me. And, yeah, this is coming from someone who truly believes men to be the devil. I feel so lucky to have met someone who supports me unconditionally, makes me the very best version of myself and puts up with my constant need for attention and affection. The past four years have absolutely flown by, but I wouldn’t change a GD thing. Sure, sure, there have been some very trying moments but it is a true testament to our relationship and love for one another how much stronger we are together in the aftermath. He really showed me what it is to truly love and be loved in return. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life pissing him off, pestering him for sex and persuading him to share his chips and cheese with me.
Happy Anniversary, my love.